Brian Pigeon’s Guide To London – More Of A Step Than A Ledge

Apologies for the slackness on the posting front. This is mainly due to the lack of available internet. Jesus. L’s never fucking there (Note: ‘L’ was the lady who used to let me use her computer during the time when I thought hanging out in Clerkenwell was fun).

Night after night I’ve rocked up to an empty pad. I was gonna suggest some kind of a Google diary share arrangement till I realised my days are pretty random and I find planning ahead a bit of a mare. Maybe I’ll move to one of the handy local ledges out the back of her place? Pretty hidden, well sheltered and plenty to choose from.

Anyway, talking ledges, I thought I’d pick up again on the ‘Brian Pigeon’s Guide to London’s Best Ledges’. Not done one for a while.

Okay, so this is more of a ledge than a step but, fuck me though, it’s a new step. One giant spanking new step (Note: Of course it’s probably not to new now). A step so shiny and new that no-one’s so much as shat on it, till now. When do you ever get to prance about on a new step in London? Not ever, but here’s Mike lording it about with freaky orange jacket lady clearly looking on in envy wishing she too could touch the stone:

No chance, love.

He also managed to land a large one just after I took this. Fair play.